The city stretched out below, an endless tapestry of lights and buildings, but my focus was on the reflection that had just appeared in the glass.
The girl’s hand was small, delicate, yet firm as it clamped over my mouth.
Her presence defied logic, standing there in my office on the 42nd floor, where no one should have been able to enter unnoticed.
“Silence,” she whispered, her voice barely audible yet commanding.
It was as if the word itself carried a weight, settling heavily in the air between us.
I froze, phone in hand, poised to make a call that could shift the company’s direction.
Yet now, the only thing that shifted was my understanding of control.
Control had always been my ally, my fortress against the chaos of the world outside these glass walls.
But in this moment, I felt it slipping away, leaving me exposed.
The girl’s eyes held a depth that seemed to pierce through the layers of my carefully constructed life.
“Who are you?” I managed to whisper, the words barely escaping my lips.
She said nothing, only let her hand fall slowly away, leaving a chill in its absence.
I turned, seeking answers in the empty room, but there was only silence.
The phone, still clutched in my hand, felt like a lifeline and a shackle all at once.
I hesitated, the decision to dial suspended in a moment that felt both brief and eternal.
Around me, the office remained unchanged, pristine and orderly, yet it felt different now, as if the boundaries of reality had blurred.
My heart pounded in my chest, a reminder of the urgency that had driven me moments before.
But now, urgency gave way to uncertainty.
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